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You know how MacDonald house is laid out? Big room as you enter; then a sort of back sitting room for," Bat smiled queerly, a smile that said nothing, yet subterraneously conveyed out to daylight one of those under currents of thought that flows only in the dark, "for the lady. Well, sir, chill blasts of North Pole were tropical zephyrs compared to what I got from that MacDonald gurl."
She saved many a poor miner's life from the Indians in them ol' days, saved 'em by a shave, carried 'em in on her shoulder to the Deadwood Hospital, or nussed 'em well on the spot, an' all the while, she wazn't no better than she ought t' be; wazn't there a woman in Scripture like that? Kind o' seems to me the church folks forgets that Rahub gurl! Wall 'twas about those days."
When he had relieved himself without, enlightening Mr. Dootleby, Dick spoke again. "She ain't nobody's darter, ole gent, but he sez she's his gurl. She been keepin' comp'ny wid young Swiggsy, an' she wont promise not ter. Dat's de whole biznuss. De harder he walloped, de more she wouldn't promise." Mr. Dootleby felt in his arms the strength of a whole army corps.
"All 'same," she said, "Messieu Waylan', he telephone Messieu MacDonal' come 'mine help him t'-morrow!" "Telephone my father? Why, how could he? I have been right here, Calamity?" "You go see Missy Villam, leetle gurl," explained Calamity. "Messieu Waylan' he ride down hog back trail woods all night, 'lone! He ring ting ling says he go 'samin mine."
"I should like to 'ave know'd that old gurl!" whispered Tips to Quin. "Howld your tongue, ye spalpeen!" whispered his friend in reply. "Have you any idea, Captain, where we are now?" asked Jackman. "Oo ay, we're somewhere's wast'ard o' the Lewis. But whether wast, nor'-wast, or sooth-wast, I could not say preceesely.
If you would give me your photograph I could label it A Scalp, and hang it in the Shop. That would be very grown-up, wouldn't it?" "You will 'ave your joke," said the Mayor in a hollow voice. "I never met such a gurl as you for a bit of fun. I don't believe you've got any 'eart." There, of course, he was right.
Say, what's thet got to do with us hyar? asked Anson, presently. "Thet gurl is dyin'!" retorted Wilson, in a voice cracking like a whip. The three outlaws stiffened in their seats, incredulous, yet irresistibly swayed by emotions that stirred to this dark, lonely, ill-omened hour.
I could tell from the way she hugged me an' yelled. Before long I was some put to it to keep my hoss on his feet. Far as I could see was dusty, black, bobbin', shaggy humps. A huge cloud of dust went along over our heads. The roar of tramplin' hoofs was turrible. My hoss weakened, went down, an' was carried along a leetle while I slipped off with the gurl on to the backs of the buffalo.
I not like de shade." "Come along, den, Sooz'n. It's all one to me where we goes, for your eyes dey make sunshine in de shade, an' suffin as good as shade in de sunshine, ole gurl." "Git along wid your rubbish!" retorted Susan as they crossed the street. It was evident, however, that she was much pleased with her gallant spouse.
I shall go the last journey as I have gone every other. He stopped, for he would not add the last two words. Julia said them for him. 'Without fear. 'For all the world like the wicked baronet, cried the mocking Dick. 'Once aboard the lugger, and the gurl is mine. Julia reflected for a little while. She did not want to resist the admiration with which Alec filled her. But she shuddered.
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